Rue
Rue tried unsuccessfully to hide a smile as the other finally sat. At first Rue was startled by how close the woman moved, but recalling her soft way of speaking she quickly relaxed back into her work.
She had slipped the needle through the base- the quill, she thought it might be called- and was threading thinnest of her strings through it. She couldn't decide what should follow, the other, shorter feather? Or did the look call for space between the feathers? And what to fill that space with?
This, she decided was much more difficult than making clothing, Rue knew clothing much more than she knew accessories and jewelry.
The warmth of the other girl pressed against her cheek and Rue held still to keep from bumping into her as her faerie voice drifted through the space between them. Aramenta sat back into her seat fully, but Rue was frozen in her place.
For the second time today she found her emotions running rampant within her chest. Aramenta was seemingly pleased to have put her words so well, the closest thing Rue had seen to a real smile gracing her lips. It was a good thing she had slipped her attention back to her lace, though, because Rue knew her face held none of the soft serenity that she had been working so hard to impose over herself.
If the younger girl had glanced up in the moment, she might have caught the astonishment and fear that masked any of the beauty Rue normally claimed as her own. She had been so careful with her words, and yet Aramenta had seen right to her heart.
Rue bowed over the feathers in her hands, letting her hair fall across her face so that she could hide her expression from the girl who saw too much. "A worthwhile endeavor." Rue tried for a semblance of calm in her words, phrasing her words so that she would not reflect anymore notes of displeasure towards her family.
She twisted the bronze strings in her hands, deciding to pin the two feathers together in one place. She tightened her grip around the threads, feeling the bite of string and the pricks of her nails pressing into her calloused flesh of her palms.
The pain cleared her head, as she found it often did, and she relaxed her hold beginning to press the needle through her second feather.
"Do you..." She stopped at the sound of her voice, surprised at how calmly it escaped. "Do you think you could offer advice on this charm?" She flipped the hair back out of her way, showing the girl her work. "I hope to wear it in my hair, but I am not sure how to design the piece that will hold it in the braid."
The topic was out of the blue, but, with any luck, it would steer them away from her family.
She had slipped the needle through the base- the quill, she thought it might be called- and was threading thinnest of her strings through it. She couldn't decide what should follow, the other, shorter feather? Or did the look call for space between the feathers? And what to fill that space with?
This, she decided was much more difficult than making clothing, Rue knew clothing much more than she knew accessories and jewelry.
The warmth of the other girl pressed against her cheek and Rue held still to keep from bumping into her as her faerie voice drifted through the space between them. Aramenta sat back into her seat fully, but Rue was frozen in her place.
For the second time today she found her emotions running rampant within her chest. Aramenta was seemingly pleased to have put her words so well, the closest thing Rue had seen to a real smile gracing her lips. It was a good thing she had slipped her attention back to her lace, though, because Rue knew her face held none of the soft serenity that she had been working so hard to impose over herself.
If the younger girl had glanced up in the moment, she might have caught the astonishment and fear that masked any of the beauty Rue normally claimed as her own. She had been so careful with her words, and yet Aramenta had seen right to her heart.
Rue bowed over the feathers in her hands, letting her hair fall across her face so that she could hide her expression from the girl who saw too much. "A worthwhile endeavor." Rue tried for a semblance of calm in her words, phrasing her words so that she would not reflect anymore notes of displeasure towards her family.
She twisted the bronze strings in her hands, deciding to pin the two feathers together in one place. She tightened her grip around the threads, feeling the bite of string and the pricks of her nails pressing into her calloused flesh of her palms.
The pain cleared her head, as she found it often did, and she relaxed her hold beginning to press the needle through her second feather.
"Do you..." She stopped at the sound of her voice, surprised at how calmly it escaped. "Do you think you could offer advice on this charm?" She flipped the hair back out of her way, showing the girl her work. "I hope to wear it in my hair, but I am not sure how to design the piece that will hold it in the braid."
The topic was out of the blue, but, with any luck, it would steer them away from her family.
Nightsong